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THE  ONLY  TRUE 

MOTHER  GOOSE 
MELODIES 

AN  EXACT  REPRODUCTION  OF  THE  TEXT  AND 
ILLUSTRATIONS  OF  THE  ORIGINAL  EDITION 
PUBLLSHED  AND  COIYRIGHTED  IN  BOSTON 
IN    THE     YEAR    iS33    BY    MUNROE    &     FRANCIS 

WITH   INTRODUCTION 

BY 

Rev.   EDWARD    EVERETT    HALE,    D.D. 


BOSTON 
LOTHROP,   LEE   &   SHEPARD   CO, 


Published  August,  1905 


Copyright,  1905.  by  Lothrop,  Lee  &  Shepard  Company 


All  Bights  Be  served 


The  Only  True  Mother  Goose 


REPRODUCED    BY  C.   J.    PETERS    &    SON   COMPANY 
BOSTON,   MASS. 


INTRODUCTION. 


The  editor  of  the  new  edition  of  Mother  Goose's 
Melodies  knows  much  more  about  the  curious 
history  of  the  Boston  edition  than  I  do.  And  the 
reader  will  not  need,  even  in  these  lines  of  mine, 
any  light  on  the  curious  question  about  Madam 
Vergoose,  or  her  son-in-law  Mr.  Fleet,  or  the  Contes 
de  Ma  Mere  l'Oye,  which  are  so  carefully  discussed 
in  the  preface.  All  this  is  admirably  discussed 
also  in  Mr.  William  Whitmore's  paper  published 
in  Albany  in  1889,  and  reprinted  in  Boston  in 
1892.  In  that  paper  he  reproduced  in  facsimile 
Isaiah  Thomas's  edition  of  Mother  Goose  published 
first  in  1785. 

What  I  want  to  tell,  is  of  Mother  Goose  in  the 
nineteenth  Century  —  the  Mother  Goose  on  which 
the  old  Boston  line  was  brought  up  —  a  line  now 
nearly  forgotten.     But   there   were   days,  Gentle 


IV  INTRODUCTION 

Reader,  when  an  excellent  body  of  people  in  this 
little  Town  of  Boston  grew  up  all  together  loving 
and  loved,  brought  up  their  children  here,  loving 
and  loved,  and  amused  those  children  from  baby- 
hood hi  then  own  way.  The  centre  of  the  baby  life 
of  this  race  was  Mother  Goose's  Melodies  in  the 
dear  little  quarto  edition,  of  which  a  precise  copy 
is  in  the  reader's  hands. 

It  is  this  Mother  Goose  of  which  the  New  Eng- 
lander,  if  Ins  age  be  more  than  three  score  years 
and  ten,  speaks  when  he  speaks  of  Mother  Goose 
at  all.  The  historical  ear  marks  in  it  are  rather 
curious.  Perhaps  the  printing  of  this  very  edition 
may  raise  up  some  antiquary  who  can  tell  us  how 
it  came  into  existence.  I  wish  I  knew.  I  hope 
some  reader  of  these  lines  may  know.  What  I 
know  is  this,  that  when  the  nineteenth  century 
began,  in  the  years  from  1800  to  1820,  the  im- 
pression of  what  we  still  called  the  "  Mother 
Country  "  upon  Boston  was  very  strong.  The  old 
nurse  who  took  care  of  me  in  my  babyhood  spoke 
of  "weal"  and  "winegar,"  where  my  father  and 


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mother  spoke  of  veal  and  vinegar,  just  as  if  she 
had  been  a  London  Cockney.  Children  played  the 
games  of  English  origin, 

"  Lady  Queen  Anne,  she  sits  on  her  throne," 

though  it  were  fifty  years  after  the  Declara- 
tion of  Independence.  I  may  say  in  passing,  that 
within  the  last  dozen  years  I  stopped  to  hear  some 
North  End  children  sing  the  song  Queen  Anne, 
without  the  slightest  idea,  I  suppose,  of  who 
Queen  Anne  was,  or  what  was  their  business  with 
her.  Alas,  and  alas,  I  did  not  write  down  the 
words  of  that  song  on  the  moment ! 

The  truth  is  that  Boston  was  still  a  place  of 
foreign  commerce.  Our  ties  with  London,  such 
as  John  Adams  and  the  other  Revolutionaries 
spoke  of  so  freely,  still  existed,  and  a  Baby's  Song 
Book  like  Mother  Goose,  might  still  recall,  and  I 
suppose  repeat,  the  songs  of  Cockney  homes. 

So  in  the  nursery,  whether  one  of  the  North 
End  sailors'  home,  or  of  Beacon  Street,  or  Park 


VI  INTRODUCTION 

Street,  or  Pearl  Street,  the  baby  was  sung  to  sleep 
with  London  ditties. 

London  Bridge  is  broken  down, 

Dance  over,  my  Lady  Lee, 
London  Bridge  is  broken  down, 

With  a  fair  Lad  ye. 

Will  not  some  of  the  active  literary  clubs  of  St. 
Ethelburger's  Church  in  Bishopsgate,  in  East  Lon- 
don, tell  us  what  this  means : 

You  owe  me  five  shillings, 

Say  the  bells  of  St  Helen's. 

When  will  you  pay  me  ? 

Say  the  bells  of  Old  Bailey. 

When  I  grow  rich, 

Say  the  bells  of  Shoreditch. 

Pokers  and  tongs, 

Say  the  bells  of  St.  John's. 

Kettles  and  pans, 

Say  the  bells  of  St.  Ann's. 

Half-pence  and  farthings, 

Say  the  bells  of  St.  Martin's. 

All  this  was  sung  to  New  England  children, 
thank  God!  without  note  or  comment,  and  with 


INTRODUCTION  "VT1 

no  other  explanation.  But  the  American  traveller 
who  goes  into  Baring  Brothers',  Bishopsgate,  with 
his  credit,  feels  a  thrill  which  the  clerk  who  at- 
tends to  him  does  not  understand,  if  one  speaks  to 
him  of  St.  Helen's  or  St.  Ann's. 

All  this  accounts  for  Mother  Goose  as  Fleet  re- 
printed her  bahy  songs  as  early  as  the  year  1700. 
But  as  the  reader  will  see,  somebody  had  the  editing 
of  the  baby's  text  book  who  was  not  afraid  of  his 
own  time.  1  think  that  the  very  latest  verses  which 
will  be  found  here  are  those  of  Scott's  Donald  Dim. 
Walter  Scott  wrote  this  for  Campbell's  Anthology 
in  1816.  The  presence  of  these  verses  fixes  the 
latest  date  of  any  lines  in  the  collection,  except,  as 
Mr.  Whitmore  has  observed,  the  line  "Boston 
Town"  is  changed  into  "Boston  City,"  so  that 
must  have  been  written  after  1822. 

But  it  is  interesting  to  see  that  no  American 
line  of  comment  seems  to  have  slipped  in.  There 
was  no  lack  of  nationalism  in  the  air,  but  I  cannot 
find  any  reference  to  a  cent,  a  dime,  a  governor, 
or  a  President.    Now  on  the  printed  handkerchiefs, 


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such  as  children  used  to  buy  on  Election  Day  in 
the  street,  I  remember  the  Ballad  of  John  Gilpin 
ended, 

Now,  let  us  sing,  u  Long  live  the  President 
And  Gilpin,  Long  live  he." 

But  the  wise  editor  of  our  Boston  Mother  Goose 
had  no  such  fears  for  the  republicanism  of  his 
baby  hearers.  Those  were  happy  years  in  which 
the  imagination  of  babies  and  then  older  brothers 
and  sisters  were  permitted  to  run  free. 

I  have  asked  and  asked  and  have  received  no 
answer,  as  to  the  artist  who  made  many  of  the 
admirable  designs  which  are  distinctive  in  this 
book.  Abel  Bowen's  name  is  signed  to  one,  and  his 
initials  appear  on  several.  N.  D.  means  Nathaniel 
Dearborn.  One  is  signed  "  Chicket,"  but  this  does 
not  account  for  the  greater  number  of  them.  I 
was  the  son  of  a  printer  and  type-founder,  so  we 
had  a  "  type  book  "  as  a  classic  in  our  nursery.  So 
I  knew,  even  as  a  little  child,  that  there  were 
pictures  in   Mother  Goose  which  were  put   there 


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merely  because  the  block  from  which  they  were 
printed  existed  in  the  printer's  office.  But  there 
were  other  designs  made  by  some  artist  of 
genius ;  and  who  was  he  ?  He  represented  the 
man  in  the  moon,  hanging  with  one  arm  to  the 
crescent  of  the  moon.  That  man,  whoever  he  was, 
is  to  be  ranked  among  the  original  artists  of  the 
world.  He  gave  to  childhood  his  first  and  best 
images  of  the  blackbirds  who  were  baked  in  the  pie. 
This  question  I  have  asked  again  and  again,  and 
no  man  and  no  woman  has  answered  it.  But  the 
chances  seem  to  be  that  we  owe  them  also  to  Abel 
Bowen,  the  first  wood  engraver  recorded  among 
the  engravers  in  the  period  after  the  Be  vo- 
lution. We  have  specimens  of  bis  work  more 
in  pictures  of  landscape  or  of  buildings  than 
in  drawings  of  men  and  women.  But  there  can  be 
but  little  doubt  that  most  of  the  blocks  from  which 
the  Mother  Goose  of  our  childhood  were  printed  were 
engraved  by  him,  and  there  seems  to  be  good 
reason  to  believe  that  the  designs  were  by  him  as 
well.     The  pity  is    that  no  old    portfolio  can    be 


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found  with  other  designs  from  his  pencil.  But, 
alas,  the  chances  are  that  they  have  gone  where 
so  many  other  manuscripts  have  gone,  which 
would  delight  the  antiquaries. 

Thanks  to  the  publisher  and  editor  of  this  book, 
the  designs,  of  whatever  hand,  are  now  preserved 
for  another  generation. 

I  have  said  that  I  am  not  learned  in  the 
interesting  genealogical  discussion  of  the  subject, 
but  I  like  to  call  attention  to  the  fact  that  the 
English  Norwich  was  the  birthplace  and  home  of 
Fleet,  and  that  it  is  possible  that  in  the  annals  of 
that  city  light  may  be  gained  as  to  the  history  of 
the  man  in  the  Moon. 

I  have  always  thought  that  the  close  connection 
of  our  maritime  people  with  London  had  some- 
thing to  do  with  the  names  of  our  streets.  The 
most  striking  instance  is  in  the  name  of  Cornhill, 
where  this  very  Thomas  Fleet  had  his  book  store, 
and  where  book  stores  have  been  an  institution 
from  that  day  to  this.  Our  Cornhill  in  its  rela- 
tions to  our  water  front  occupies   the  same  con- 


INTRODUCTION  XI 

clitions  which  the  London  Cornhill  had  and  has  to 
the  river  front  in  London.  The  young  reader 
should  remember  that  Washington  Street  so  far  as 
it  had  one  name  was  called  the  Main  Street,  Com- 
ing north  from  our  Dover  Street,  the  traveller 
passed  through  Orange  Street,  then  through  New- 
bury Street,  next  through  Marlborough  Street, 
which  extended  from  Winter  Street  to  School 
Street,  and  then  through  Cornhill  northward  to 
Dock  Square.  This  is  precisely  as  in  passing  east 
through  what  was  the  Main  Street  of  London 
of  those  days,  the  traveller  would  have  "passed 
through  the  Cornhill  of  that  thoroughfare.  The 
London  Cornhill  retains  its  name.  Ours  was 
changed  in  1824  to  the  all-conquering  name  of 
Washington,  which  is  now  applied  to  the  whole  of 
the  "  Main  Street  "  and  "  the  Neck"  of  the  Fathers, 
as  indeed,  it  is  applied  by  local  authorities  many 
miles  further. 

But  in  familiar  conversation,  the  old  name  Corn- 
hill was  retained  for  a  generation,  and  indeed, 
would  be  understood  to-day,  if    you  were  speak- 


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ing  to  Boston  people  more  than  fifty  years  old. 
The  name  Cornhill  is  now  applied  to  the  Market 
Street  of  an  earlier  period. 

Yoimg  readers  should  remember  that  Orange 
Street,  Newbury  Street,  and  Marlborough  Street 
were  names  given  in  lion  our  of  the  Prince  of  Orange, 
of  the  Puritan  victory  at  Newbury,  and  of  the  Duke 
of  Marlborough.  All  of  them  show  what  were  the 
Whig  and  Puritan  feelings  of  the  people  who  gave 
them.  All  three  of  the  names  in  our  time  have 
been  transferred  from  the  old  localities. 

We  are  all  greatly  obliged  to  Mrs.  Harriet 
Blackstone  C.  Butler  for  the  pains  she  has  taken 
to  rescue  for  popular  use  this  interesting  memorial 
of  the  education  of  the  fathers  and  mothers  of 
New  England. 


THIS    O  3XT  X*  -*5r   T  3FL  "CJ  E 

MOTHER  GOOSE 

MELODIES 

WITHOUT  ADDITION  OR  ABRIDGEMENT. 


EMBRACING,   ALSO,  A  RELIABLE 


LIFE  OF  THE  GOOSE  FAMILY, 


NEVER   BEFORE   PUBLISHED. 


NUMEROUS  ILLUSTRATIONS. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1S33.  by  Munboe  & 
Francis,  in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  ot  Massachusetts. 


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HEAR  WHAT  MA'AM  GOOSE  SAYS! 
My  dear  little  Blossoms,  there  are  now  in  this  world,  and  always 
will  be,  a  great  many  grannies  besides  myself,  both  in  petticoats 
and  pantaloons,  some  a  deal  younger  to  be  sure ;  but  all  monstrous 
wise,  and  of  my  own  family  name.  These  old  women,  who  never 
had  chick  nor  child  of  their  own,  but  who  always  know  how  to 
bring  up  other  people's  children,  will  tell  you  with  very  long  faces, 
that  niy^  enchanting,  quieting,  soothing  volume,  my  all-sufficient 
anodyne  for  cross,  peevish,  won't-be-comforted  little  bairns,  ought 
to  be  laid  aside  for  more  learned  books,  such  as  they  could  select 
and  publish.  Fudge!  I  tell  you  that  all  their  batterings  can't  de- 
face mybeauties,  nor  their  wise  pratings  equal  my  wiser  prattlings ; 
and  all  imitators  of  my  refreshing  songs  might  as  well  write  a  new 
Billy  Shakespeare  as  another  Mother  Goose  —  we  two  great  poets 
were  born  together,  and  we  shall  go  out  of  the  world  together. 

No,  no,  my  Melodies  will  never  die, 

While  nurses  sing,  or  babies  cry. 


[Copyright  secured,} 

HISTOEY  OF  THE  GOOSE  FAMILY. 

[From  the  Boston  Transcript.] 

COTTON  MATHER  AND  MOTHER  GOOSE. 

Mr.  Editor :  — Your  correspondent,  N.B.S., 
has  so  decisively  given  a  quietus  to  the  ques- 
tion as  to  the  birthplace  of  Cotton  Mather, 
that  there  is  no  danger  of  its  ever  being  reviv- 
ed again.  But  there  is  another  question  of 
equal  importance  to  many,  to  the  literary 
world  in  particular,  which  should  in  like  man- 
ner be  put  to  rest.  Who  was  Mother  Goose  f 
and  when  were  her  melodies  first  given  to  the 
world  ?  These  are  questions  which  have  been 
often  asked,  but  have  never  been  satisfactorily 
answered.  The  recent  publication  of  a  book 
called  "  Mother  Goose  for  Old  Folks  "  has  again 


revived  these  questions,  which  serves  to  show 
that  the  subject  has  not  yet  lost  its  interest. 
Many  persons  imagine  that  Mother  Goose  is 
a  myth, — that  no  such  person  ever  existed. 
This  is  a  mistake.  Mother  Goose  was  not  only 
a  veritable  personage,  but  was  born  and  resid- 
ed many  years  in  Boston,  where  many  of  her 
descendants  may  now  be  found.  The  last  that 
bore  the  ancient  paternal  cognomen  died  about 
the  year  1807,  and  was  buried  in  the  Old 
Granary  Burying  Ground,  where  probably  lie 
the  remains  of  the  whole  blood,  if  we  may 
judge  from  the  numerous  grave-stones  which 
mark  their  resting  place.  The  family  orig- 
inated in  England,  but  at  what  time  they 
came  to  this  country  is  unknown,  —  but  prob- 
ably about  the  year  165G.  This  was  the 
"Wealthy  family  of  Goose"  which  is  immor- 
talized by  Mr.  Bowel  itch  in  his  book  of  Suffolk 
Names,  who  at  the  same  time  lias  immortalized 


himself.  They  were  landholders  in  Boston, 
so  early  as  1660.  Nearly  half  the  space  be- 
tween West  and  Winter  streets,  on  Washing- 
ton  street,  and  extending  westerly  towards 
Tremont  street,  275  feet  belonged  to  this  fain- 
ily,  as  did  also  a  large  tract  of  land  on  Essex, 
Rowe  and  Bedford  streets,  upon  which  now 
stand  two  churches  and  a  large  number  of 
dwelling  houses.  So  much  for  Mother  Goose. 
Now  for  her  melodies. 

It  is  well  known  to  antiquarians  that  more 
than  two  hundred  years  ago  there  was  a  small 
book  in  circulation  in  London  bearing  the 
name  of  "  Rhymes  for  the  nursery  ;  or  Lulla- 
Byes  for  Children,"  which  contained  many  of 
the  identical  pieces  which  hav<3  been  handed 
down  to  us  and  now  form  part  of  the  "  Mother 
Goose's  Melodies  "  of  the  present  day.  It  con- 
tained also  other  pieces  much  more  silly,  if 
possible,  and  some  that  the  American  types  of 


the  present  day  would  refuse  to  give  off  an  im- 
pression. The  "cuts"  or  illustrations  thereof 
were  of  the  coarsest  description. 

The  first  book  of  the  kind  known  to  be 
printed  in  this  country  bears  the  title  of  '''Songs 
for  the  Nursery  ;  ory  Mother  Goose  s  Melodies 
for  Children."  Something  probably  intended 
to  represent  a  goose  with  a  very  long  neck  and 
mouth  wide  open,  covered  a  large  part  of  the 
title  page,  at  the  bottom  of  which,  Printed  by 
T.  Fleet,  at  his  printing  house,  Pudding  lane, 
1719.  Price,  two  coppers.  Several  pages 
were  missing,  so  that  the  whole  number  could 
not  be  ascertained. 

This  T.  Fleet,  according  to  Isaiah  Thomas, 
was  a  man  of  considerable  talent  and  of  great 
wit  and  humor.  He  was  born  in  England,  and 
was  brought  up  in  a  printing  office  in  the  city 
of  Bristol,  where  he  afterwards  worked  as  a 
journeyman.     Although  he  was  considered  a 


man  of  sense,  he  was  never  thought  to  be  over- 
burdened with  religious  sentiments  ;  he  cer- 
tainly was  not  in  his  latter  days.  Yet  he  was 
more  than  suspected  of  being  actively  engaged 
in  the  riotous  proceedings  connected  with  the 
trial  of  Dr.  Sacheverell,  in  Queen  Ann's  time. 
In  London,  Bristol,  and  many  other  places,  the 
mobs  and  riots  were  of  a  very  serious  nature. 
In  London  several  meeting  houses  were  sack- 
ed and  pulled  down,  and  the  materials  and 
contents  made  into  bonfires,  and  much  valu- 
able property  destroyed.  Several  of  the  riot- 
ers were  arrested,  tried  and  convicted.  The 
trials  of  some  of  them  are  now  before  me. 
How  deeply  Fleet  was  implicated  in  these  dis- 
turbances was  never  known,  but  being  of  the 
same  mind  with  Jack  Falstaff,  that  "  the  better 
part  of  valor  is  discretion,"  thought  it  prudent 
to  put  the  Ocean  between  himself  and  danger. 
He  made  his  way  to  this  country  and  arrived 


in  Boston,  1712.  Being  a  man  of  some  enter- 
prise he  soon  established  a  printing  office  in 
Pudding  lane  (now  Devonshire  street),  where 
he  printed  small  books,  pamphlets,  ballads, 
and  such  matter  as  ottered.  Being  industrious 
and  prudent,  he  gradually  accumulated  prop- 
erty. It  was  not  long  before  he  became  ac- 
quainted with  the  "  wealthy  family  of  Goose,"  a 
branch  of  which  he  had  before  known  in  Bristol, 
and  was  shortly  married  to  the  eldest  daughter. 
By  the  record  of  marriages  in  the  City  Regis- 
trar's office,  it  appears  that  in  "  1715,  June  8, 
was  married  by  Rev.  Cotton  Mather,  Thomas 
Fleet  to  Elizabeth  Goose."  The  happy  couple 
took  up  their  residence  in  the  same  house  with 
the  printing  office  in  Pudding  lane.  In  due 
time  their  family  was  increased  by  the  birth 
of  a  son  and  heir.  Mother  Goose,  like  all 
good  grandmothers,  was  in  ecstasies  at  the 
event ;  her  joy  was  unbounded  ;  she  spent  her 


whole  time  in  the  nursery?  and  in  wandering 
about    the    house,  pouring   fo.th,  in  not  the 

most  melodious  strains,  the  songs  and  ditties 
which  she  had  learned  in  her  younger  days, 
greatly  to  the  annoyance  of  the  whole  neigh- 
borhood—  to  Fleet  in  particular,  who  was  a 
man  fond  of  quiet.  It  was  in  vain  he  exhaust- 
ed his  shafts  of  wit  and  ridicule,  and  every 
expedient  he  could  devise  :  it  was  of  no  use  — 
the  old  laly  was  not  thus  to  be  put  down  ;  so, 
like  others  similarly  situated,  he  was  obliged 
to  submit.  His  shrewdness,  however,  did  not 
forsake  him ;  from  this  seeming  evil  he  con- 
trived to  educe  some  good ;  he  conceived  the 
idea  of  collecting  the  songs  and  ditties  as 
they  came  from  his  mother,  and  such  as  he 
could  gather  from  other  sources,  and  publish- 
ing them  for  the  benefit  of  the  world  —  not  for- 
getting himself.  This  he  did  —  and  thus 
"Mother  Goose  s  Melodies"  were  brought  forth. 


The  adoption  of  this  title  was  in  derision  of 
his  good  mother-in-law,  and  was  perfectly  char- 
acteristic of  the  man,  as  he  was  never  known 
to  spare  his  nearest  friends  in  his  raillery,  or 
when  he  could  excite  laughter  at  their  expense. 
Cotton  Mather  and  Mother  Goose  thus  stand 
in  juxtaposition;  and  as  the  former  was  in- 
strumental in  cementing  the  union,  which  re- 
sulted in  placing  the  latter  so  conspicuously 
before  the  world,  it  is  but  just  that  it  should  be 
^o, —  although  the  one  was  a  learned  man,  a 
most  voluminous  writer,  and  published  a  great 
many  books,  some  wise  and  some  foolish,  it 
may  well  be  doubted  whether  any  one,  or  all 
of  them,  together,  have  passed  through  so 
many  editions, — been  read  by  so  many  hun- 
dreds of  thousands,  not  to  say  millions,  —  put 
so  many  persons  to  sleep,  or  in  general  done 
so  much  good  to  the  world  as  the  simple  mel- 
odies of  the  other.  Requiescat. 


■^M 


<*  ;^ 


GOOSE'S  MELODIES. 


Little  boy  blue,  come  blow  your  horn, 
The  sheep's  in  the  meadow,  the  cow's  in  the  corn. 
What !  is  this  the  way  you  mind  your  sheep, 
Under  the  haycock  fast  asleep  ? 


12 


There  was  a  mad  man, 

And  he  had  a  mad  wife, 
And  they  lived  all  in  a  mad  lane  ! 
They  had  three  children  all  at  a  birth, 
And  the}'  too  were  mad  every  one. 

The  father  was  mad, 

The  mother  was  mad, 
The  children  all  mad  beside ; 
And  upon  a  mad  horse  they  all  of  them  got, 
And  madly  away  did  ride. 


13 


Baa,  baa,  black  sheep,  have  you  any  wool  ? 
Yes,  marry  have  I,  three  bags  full, 
One  for  my  master,  and  one  for  my  dame, 
And  one  for  the  little  boy  that  lives  in  the  lane. 

C288S2) 

To  market,  to  market,  to  buy  a  penny  bun, 
Home  again,  home  again,  market  is  done. 


u 


The  man  in  the  wilderness, 

Asked  me, 
How  many  strawberries 

Grew  in  the  sea? 
I  an  s  wered  him  as  I  thought  good , 
As  many  red  herrings 

As  grew  in  the  wood. 


•gasass2>- — 


Little  Robin  Redbreast 

Sat  upon  a  tree, 
Up  went  the  Pussy-Cat, 
And  down  went  he  ; 
Down  came  P ussy-Cat, 

Away  Robin  ran, 
Say slittle Robin  Redbreast — 
Catch  me  if  you  can. 
Little  Robin  Redbreast  jumped  upon  a  spade, 
Pussy-Cat  jumped  after  him,  and  then  he  was  afraid. 
Little  Robin  chirped  and  sung,  and  what  did  pussy  say? 
Puss}T-Cat  said  Mew.  mew  mew,  —  and  Robin  flew  away. 


15 


Sing  a  song  of  sixpence,  a  bag  full  of  rye, 
Four  and  twenty  blackbirds  baked  in  a  pie  : 
When  the  pie  was  opened,  the  birds  began  to  sing; 
And  wasn't  this  a  dainty  dish  to  set  before  the  king? 

The  king  was  in  the  parlour,  counting  out  his  money  ; 

The  queen  was  in  the  kitchen,  eating  bread  and  honey  ; 

The  maid  was  in  the  garden,  hanging  out  the  clothes, 

There  came  a  little  blackbird  and  nipt  off  her  nose. 


16 

Lady-bird,  Lady-bird, 
Fly  away  home, 
Your  house  is  on  fire, 
Your  children  will  burn. 


One,  Two  —  buckle  my  shoe  ; 
Three,  Four  —  open  the  door  ; 
Five,  Six  —  pick  up  sticks  ; 
Seven,  Eight  —  lay  them  straight ; 
Nine,  Ten  —  a  good  fat  hen  ; 
Eleven,  Twelve  —  I  hope  you're  well. 
Thirteen,  Fourteen  —  draw  the  curtain  ; 
Fifteen,  Sixteen  —  the  maid's  in  the  kitchen 
Seventeen,  Eighteen  —  she's  in  waiting. 
Nineteen,  Twenty  —  my  stomach's  empty. 


Snail,  Snail, 
Come  out  of  your  hole, 
Or  else  I'll  beat  you  black  as  a  coal. 
Snail,  Snail, 
Put  out  y our  head, 


^^fSsf!^?5^  Or  else  I'll  beat  you  till  you're  dead. 


tm***m.^m-,m„mmmalZZ  ~TZ 


The  man  in  the  moon  came  down  too  soon 
To  inquire  the  way  to  Norridge  ; 

The  man  in  the  south,  he  burnt  his  mouth 
With  eating  cold  plum  porridge. 


18 


When  I  was  a  little  boy,  I  lived  by  myself, 
And  all  the  bread  and  cheese  I  got  I  put  upon  a  shelf ; 
The  rats  and  the  mice,  they  made  such  a  strife, 
I  was  forced  to  go  to  London  to  buy  me  a  w7ife. 
Thestreets  were  so  broad,  and  the  laneswereso  narrow. 
I  was  forced  to  bring  my  wife  home  in  a  wheelbarrow  ; 
The  wheelbarrow  broke,  and  my  wife  had  a  fall, 
And  down  came  the  wheelbarrow,  wife  and  all. 

Charley  Wag, 

Ate  the  pudding  and  left  the  bag. 


19 


Sing,  Sing! What  shall  I  sing? 

The  Cat's  run  away  with  the  Pudding-Bag  String. 


When  I  was  a  little  boy,  I  washed  my  mammy's  dishes, 
Now  I  am  a  great  boy  I  roll  in  golden  riches. 


20 


Bye,  Baby  bunting, 

Father's  gone  a  hunting, 
Mother's  gone  a  milking, 
Sister's  gone  a  silking, 

And  Brother's  gone  to  buy 
a  skin, 

To  wrap  the  Baby  bunting  in. 


'Twas  once  upon  a  time,  when  Jenny  Wren  was  young, 
So  daintily  she  danced  and  so  prettily  she  sung, 
Robin  Redbreast  lost  his  heart,  for  he  was  a  gallant  bird ; 
So  he  doffed  his  hat  to  Jenny  Wren,  requesting  to  be  heard. 

0,  dearest  Jenny  Wren,  if  you  will  but  be  mine, 
You  shall  feed  on  cherry-pie  and  drink  newcurrant  wine, 
I'll  dress  you  like  a  goldfinch  or  any  peacock  gay ; 
So,  dearest  Jen,  if  you'll  be  mine,  let  us  appoint  the  day. 

Jenny  blushed  behind  her  fan  and  thus  declared  her  mind: 
Since,  dearest  Bob,  I  love  you  well,  I  take  your  offer  kind; 
Cherry-pie  is  veiy  nice  and  so  is  currant  wine, 
But  I  must  wearmyplainbrowngownandnever  gotoofine. 


21 


Cushy  Cow  bonny,  let  down  your  milk. 

And  T  will  give  you  a  gown  of  silk, 
A  gown  of  silk  and  a  silver  tee, 
If  you'll  let  down  your  milk  to  me. 


22 


There  were  two  blind  men  went  to  see 

Two  cripples  run  a  race, 
The  bull  did  fight  the  humblebee 

And  scratched  him  in  the  face. 

<22S8S2>— 


Fa,  Fe,  Fi,  Fo,  Fum  ! 

I  smell  the  blood  of  an  Englishman. 

Be  he  live  or  be  he  dead, 

I'll  grind  his  bones  to  make  me  bread. 


23 


Richard  and  Robin  were  two  pretty  men ; 
They  laid  abed  till  the  clock  struck  ten  ; 
Robin  starts  up  and  looks  at  the  sky, 
Oh  ho  !  brother  Richard,  the  sun's  very  high, 
Do  you  go  before  with  the  bottle  and  bag, 
And  I'll  follow  after  on  little  Jack  Nag. 

CT288S2) 

Round  about,  round  about, 

Gooseberry  Pie, 
My  father  loves  good  ale, 

And  so  do  I. 


We'll  go  to  the  wood,  says  Richard  to  Robin, 

We'll  goto  the  wood,  says  Robin  to  Bobin, 

We'll  go  to  the  wood,  says  John  all  alone, 

We'll  go  to  the  wood,  says  every  one. 

What  to  do  there  ?  says  Richard  to  Robin, 

What  to  do  there  ?  says  Robin  to  Bobin, 

What  to  do  there  ?  says  John  all  alone, 

What  to  do  there  ?  says  every  one. 

We'll  shoot  at  a  wren,  says  Richard  to  Robin, 

We'll  shoot  at  a  wren,  says  Robin  to  Bobin, 

AVe'll  shoot  at  a  wren,  says  John  all  alone, 

We'll  shoot  at  a  wren,  says  every  one. 

Then  pounce,  then  pounce,  says  Richard  to  Robin, 

Then  pounce,  then  pounce,  says  Robin  to  Bobin, 


Then  pounce,  then  pounce,  says  John  all  alone, 
Then  pounce,  then  pounce,  says  every  one. 

She's  dead,  she's  dead,  says  Richard  to  Robin, 
She's  dead,  she's  dead,  says  Robin  to  Bobin, 
She's  dead,  she's  dead,  says  John  all  alone, 
She's  dead,  she's  dead,  says  every  one. 

How  get  her  home  ?  says  Richard  to  Robin, 
How  get  her  home  ?   says  Robin  to  Bobin, 
How  get  her  home?  sa}Ts  John  all  alone, 
How  get  her  home  ?  says  every  one. 

In  a  cart  and  six  horses,  says  Richard  to  Robin, 
In  a  cart  and  six  horses,  says  Robin  to  Bobin, 
In  a  cart  and  six  horses  says  John  all  alone, 
In  a  cart  and  six  horses,  says  every  one. 

How  shall  we  dress  her  ?  says  Richard  to  Robin 
How  shall  we  dress  her  ?  says  Robin  to  Bobin, 
How  shall  we  dress  her?   says  John  all  alone, 
How  shall  we  dress  her  ?  says  every  one. 

We'll  hire  seven  cooks,  says  Richard  to  Robin, 
We'll  hire  seven  cooks,  says  Robin  to  Bobin, 
We'll  hire  seven  cooks,  says  John  all  alone, 
We'll  hire  seven  cooks,  says  every  one. 


2G 


There  was  an  old  woman  lived  under  the  bill, 

And  if  she's  not  gone  she  lives  there  still. 
Baked  apples  she  sold,  and  cranberry  pies, 
And  she's  the  old  woman  that  never  told  lies. 


Shoe  the  colt, 
Shoe  the  colt, 

Shoe  the  wild  mare 
Here  a  nail, 
There  a  nail, 

Colt  must  go  bare. 


*&* 


27 


There  were  two  birds  sat  upon  a  stone, 

Fal  de  ral  —  al  de  ral  —  laddy. 
One  flew  away,  and  then  there  was  one, 

Fal  de  ral  —  al  de  ral  —  laddy. 
The  other  flew  after,  and  then  there  was  none, 

Fal  de  ral  —  al  de  ral  — laddy. 
So  the  poor  stone  was  left  all  alone, 

Fal  de  ral  —  al  de  ral  —  laddy. 
One  of  these  little  birds  back  again  flew, 

Fal  de  ral  —  al  de  ral  —  laddy. 
The  other  came  after,  and  then  there  were  two, 

Fal  de  ral  —  al  de  ral  —  laddy. 
Says  one  to  the  other,  Pray  how  do  you  do, 

Fal  de  ral  —  al  de  ral  —  laddy. 
Very  well,  thank  you,  and  pray  how  are  you, 

Fal  de  ral  —  al  de  ral  —  laddy. 


Z6 


I'll  tell  you  a  story 
About  Mary  Morey, 

And  now  in  y  story's  begun . 
I'll  tell  you  another 
About  her  brother, 

And  now  my  story's  done. 


Nose,  Nose,  jolly  red  Nose, 
And  what  gave  you  that  jolly  red  Nose  ? 
Nutmegs  and  cinnamon,  spices  and  cloves, 
And  they  gave  me  this  jolly  red  Nose. 


Sweep,  sweep, 

Chimney  sweep, 
From  the  bottom  to  the  top, 

Sweep  all  up, 

Chimney  sweep, 
From  the  bottom  to  the  top. 

Climb  by  rope, 

Or  climb  by  ladder, 
Without  either 

I'll  climb  farther. 


29 


One  misty,  moisty  morning, 

When  cloudy  was  the  weather, 
I  chanced  to  meet  an  old  man  clothed  all  in  leather. 
He  began  to  compliment,  and  I  began  to  grin. 

How  do  you  do,  and  how  do  you  do  ? 

And  how  do  you  do  again  ? 

<2388ST> 

In  April's  sweet  month, 

When  the  leaves  'gin  to  sprin 

Little  lambs  skip  like  fairies/ 
And  birds  build  and  sing. 


30 


There  was  an  old  woman  tost  up  in  a  blanket, 

Seventy  times  as  high  as  the  moon, 

What  she  did  there,  I  cannot  tell  you, 

But  in  her  hand  she  carried  a  broom. 

Old  woman,  old  woman,  old  woman,  said  I, 

0  whither,  0  whither,  0  whither  so  high  ? 

To  sweep  the  cobwebs  from  the  sky, 

And  I  shall  be  back  again  by  and  by. 

C28823>— 

Shoe  the  horse,  and  shoe  the  mare, 
But  let  the  little  colt  ero  bare, 


«f 


The  north  wind  doth  blow, 
And  we  shall  have  snow, 
And  what  will  poor  robin  do  then  ? 

Poor  thing! 
He'll  sit  in  the  barn 
And  keep  himself  warm, 
And  hide  his  head  under  his  wing, 

Poor  thing ! 


Cold  and  raw  the  north  winds  blow 
Bleak  in  the  morning  early, 

All  the  hills  are  covered  with  snow, 
And  winter's  now  come  fairly. 


Hey,  my  kitten,  my  kitten, 
And  hey  my  kitten  my  deary, 

Such  a  sweet  pet  as  this 
Was  neither  far  nor  neary. 

Here  we  go  up,  up,  up, 

And  here  we  go  down,  down,  downy, 


33 

Here  we  go  backward  and  forward, 
And  here  we  go  round ,  round,  roundy. 

Where  was  a  jewel  and  pretty. 
Where  was  a  sugar  and  spicey  ? 

Hush  a  bye  babe  in  the  cradle, 
And  we'll  go  abroad  in  a  tricey. 

Did  his  papa  torment  it  ? 

And  vex  his  own  baby  will  he  ? 
Give  me  a  hand  and   I'll  beat  him, 

With  your  red  coral  and  whistle. 

Here  we  go  up,  up,  up, 

And  here  we  go  down,  down,  downy, 
And  here  we  go  backward  and  forward, 

And  here  we  go  round,  round,  roundy. 


The  two  grey  Kits, 
And  the  grey  Kits'  mother, 

All  went  over 
The  bridge  together. 

The  bridge  broke  down, 

They  all  fell  in, 
May  the  rats  go  with  you, 
Savs  Tom  Bolin.         c 


Hark  !  hark  !  the  dogs  do  bark, 
The  beggars  have  come  to  town  ; 

Some  in  rags,  and  some  in  tags, 
And  some  in  velvet  gowns. 


Diddle  diddle  dumpling,  my  son  John 
Went  to  bed  with  his  breeches  on, 
One  stocking  off,  and  one  stocking  on, 
Diddle  diddle  dumpling,  my  son  John. 


As  I  was  going  to  Derby  upon  a  market  day, 
I  met  the  finest  ram,  sir,  that  ever  fed  on  hay, 

On  hay,  on  hay,  on  hay, 
I  met  the  finest  ram,  sir,  that  ever  fed  on  hay: 

This  ram  was  fat  behind,  sir  ;  this  ram  was  fat  before  ; 
Thisram  was ten  yards  round, sir;  indeedhe wasnomore. 

No  more,  no  more,  no  more  ; 
Thisram  was  ten  yards  round,  sir;  indeedhe  wasnomore. 

The  horns  grew  on  his  head,  sir,  they  were  so  wondrous 

high, 
As  I've  been  plainly  told,  sir,  they  reached  up  to  the  sky. 

The  sky,  the  sky,  the  sky, 
As  I've  been  plainly  told,  sir,  they  reached  up  to  the  sky. 

The  tail  grew  on  his  back,  sir,  was  six  yards  and  an  ell, 
And  it  was  sent  to  Derby  to  toll  the  market  bell, 

The  bell,  the  bell   the  bell, 
And  it  was  sent  to  Derby  to  toll  the  market  bell. 


Hogs  in  the  garden,  catch  'em,  Towser; 
Cows  in  the  corn-field,  ran  boys,  run, 
Cats  in  the  cream-pot,  run  girls,  run  girls ; 
Fire  on  the  mountains,  run  boys,  run. 


The  Cuckoo  is  a  bonny  bird, 
She  sings  as  she  flies, 

She  brings  us  good  tidings, 
And  tells  us  no  lies. 

She  sucks  little  bird's  eggs 
To  make  her  voice  clear, 

And  never  cries  Cuckoo  ! 
Till  Spring  of  the  year. 


Lavender  blue,  and  Rosemary  green, 
When  I  am  king,  you  shall  be  queen, 
Call  up  my  maids  at  four  of  the  clock, 
Some  to  the  wheel,  and  some  to  the  rock, 
Some  to  make  hay,  and  some  to  shell  corn, 
And  you  and  I  shall  keep  the  bed  warm. 

The  lion  and  the  Unicorn 

Were  fighting  for  the  crown — 
The  lion  beat  the  unicorn 

All  about  the  town. 
Some  gave  them  white  bread, 

And  some  gave  them  brown, 
Some  gave  them  plum-cake, 

And  sent  them  out  of  town. 


37 


Little  Johnny  Pringle  had  a  little  Pig. 
It  was  very  little,  so  was  not  very  big. 
As  it  was  playing  beneath  the  shed, 
In  half  a  minute  poor  Piggy  was  dead. 
So  Johnny  Pringle  he  sat  down  and  cried, 
And  Betty  Pringle  she  laid  down  and  died. 
There  is  the  history  of  one,  two  and  three, 
Johnny  Pringle,  Betty  Pringle,  and  Piggy  Wiggie. 


MH 


You  owe  me  five  shillings, 
Say  the  bells  of  St  Helen's 
When  will  you  pay  me  ? 
Say  thebellsof  Old  Bailey. 
When  I  grow  rich, 
Say  thebellsof  Shoreditch 

When  will  that  be  ? 
Say  the  bells  of  Stepney. 
I  do  not  know, 
Says  the  great  Bell  of  Bow 


Two  sticks  in  an  apple, 

Ring  the  bells  of  Whitechapel. 

Halfpence  and  farthings, 

Say  the  bells  of  St.  Martin's. 

Kettles  and  pans, 

Say  the  bells  of  St.  Ann's. 

Brickbats  and  tiles, 

Say  the  bells  of  St.  Giles. 

Old  shoes  and  slippers, 

Say  the  bells  of  St.  Peter's. 

Pokers  and  tongs, 

Say  the  bells  of  St.  John's. 


.39 


Once  in  my  life  I  married  a  wife, 

And  where  do  you  think  I  found  her  ? 
On  G-retna  Green,  in  velvet  sheen, 

And  I  took  up  a  stick  to  pound  her. 
She  jumped  over  a  barberry-bush, 

And  I  jumped  over  a  timber, 
I  showed  her  a  gay  gold  ring, 

And  she  showed  me  her  finger. 


40 


Ride  a  cock  horse  to  Charing-Cross, 
To  see  a  young  woman 
Jump  on  a  white  horse, 

With  rings  on  her  fingers 
And  bells  on  her  toes. 

And  she  shall  have  music 
Wherever  she  goes. 

C^gg^D 

Johnny  shall  have  a  new  bonnet, 
And  Johnny  shall  go  to  the  fair. 

And  Johnny  shall  have  a  new  ribbon 
To  tie  up  his  bonny  brown  hair. 

And  why  may  not  I  love  Johnny, 
And  why  may  not  Johnny  love  me  ? 

And  why  may  not  I  love  Johnny 
As  well  as  another  body  ? 

And  here's  a  leg  for  a  stocking, 

And  here's  a  foot  for  a  shoe, 
And  he  has  a  kiss  for  daddy. 

And  two  for  his  mammy  also. 

And  why  may  not  I  love  Johnny  ? 
And  why,  &c.  &c. 


41 


Who  comes  here  ?     A  Grenadier. 
What  do  you  want  ?     A  pot  of  beer. 
Where's  your  money  ?     I  forgot. 
Get  you  gone,  }tou  drunken  sot. 


Smiling  girls,  rosy  boys, 
Come  and  buy  my  little  toys, 
Monkeys  made  of  gingerbread 
And  sugar  horses  painted  red. 


42 


There  was  an  old  woman,  she  liv'd  in  a  shoe, 
She  had  so  many  children  she  didn't  know  what  to  do. 
She  gave  them  sojne  broth  without  any  bread, 
She  whipt  them  all  soundly  and  put  them  to  bed. 

— C288S2> ■ 


Heigh  ding  a  ding,  what  shall  I  sing  ? 
How  many  holes  in  a  skimmer  ? 
Four  and  twenty.     I'm  half  starving ! 
Mother,  pray  give  me  some  dinner. 


43 


Hey  rub-a-dub,  ho  rub-a-dub,  three  maids  in  a  tub, 

And  who  do  you  think  was  there  ? 
The  butcher,  the  baker,  the  candlestick-maker, 

And  all  of  them  gone  to  the  fair. 


To  be  sung  in  a  high  wind. 
Arthur  O'Bower  has  broken  his  band, 
And  he  comes  roaring  up  the  land, 
King  of  Scots  with  all  his  power 
Never  can  turn  Sir  Arthur  O'Bower. 


4-1 


Hush-a-bye,  bab}^  upon  the  tree  top, 
When  the  wind  blows  the  cradle  will  rock ; 
When  the  bough  breaks  the  cradle  will  fall, 
Down  tumble  cradle  and  baby  and  all. 


.Daffy -do  wn-dilly  is  new  come  to  town, 
With  a  petticoat  green,  and  a  bright  yellow  gown, 
And  her  white  blossoms  are  peeping  around. 


45 


There  was  an  old  woman,  and  what  do  yon  think  ? 
She  liv'd  upon  nothing — but  victuals  and  drink : 
Victuals  and  drink  were  the  chief  of  her  diet, 
And  yet  this  old  lady  scarce  ever  was  quiet. 


The  rose  is  red,  the  violet  blue, 
The  gillyflower  sweet — and  so  are  you. 
These  are  the  words  you  bade  me  say 
For  a  pair  of  new  gloves  on  Easter-day. 


46 


Great  A,  little  a,  bouncing  JJ, 
The  Cat's  in  the  Cupboard,  and  she  can't  see. 


The  little  black  dog  ran  round  the  house, 

And  set  the  bull  a  roaring, 
And  drove  the  monkey  in  the  boat, 

Who  set  the  oars  a  rowing, 
And  scared  the  cock  upon  the  rock, 

Who  cracked  his  throat  with  crowing. 


47 


Oh,  what  a  sweet  little  white  Mouse  ! 
Oh,  what  a  dear  little  bright  Mouse  ! 

With  his  eyes  of  pink, 

Going  winky-wink, 
Oh,  what  a  sweet  little  white  Mouse. 

<2288g2>— » 

,  My  little  Pink, 

I  suppose  you  think, 

I  cannot  do  without  you, 
I'll  let  you  know 
Before  I  go, 

How  little  I  care  about  you. 


Tell  tale  tit,  your  tongue  shall  be  slit, 

And  all  the  doers  in  our  town  shall  have  a  bit. 


Saturday  night  shall  be  my  whole  care 
To  powder  my  locks  and  curl  my  hair; 
On  Sunday  morning  my  love  will  come  in 
And  marry  me  then  with  a  pretty  gold  ring. 


48 

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Dear  Sensibility,  0  la  ! 

I  heard  a  little  lamb  cry,  baa  ! 

Says  I,  "  So  you  have  lost  mamma  ?  ". 

«  Ah  !  " 

The  little  lamb,  as  I  said  so, 

Frisking  about  the  fields  did  go, 

And,  frisking,  trod  upon  my  toe. 

«  Oh  !  * 

C£288£3>— 

Pease  porridge  hot,  pease  porridge  cold, 

Pease  porridge  in  the  pot  nine  days  old. 

Can  you  spell  that  with  four  letters  ? 

Yes,  I  can— THAT. 

4H 


There  was  a  man  in  our  town, 

And  he  wTas  wond'rous  wise. 
He  juinp'd  into  a  bramble-bush, 

And  scratched  out  both  his  eyes  ; 
And  when  he  saw  his  eyes  were  out, 

With  all  his  might  and  main 
He  jump'd  into  another  bush, 

And  scratchVl  them  in  again. 


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50 


As  I  was  going  to  sell  my  eggs, 

I  met  a  thief  with  bandy  legs, 

Bandy  legs  and  crooked  toes, 

I  tript  up  his  heels  and  he  fell  on  his  nose. 


Old  mistress  McShuttle 
Lived  in  a  coal-scuttle, 

Along  with  her  dog  and  her  cat ; 
What  they  ate  I  can't  tell, 
But  'tis  known  very  well, 

That  none  of  the  party  were  fat. 


51 


Hen.    Cock,  cock,  cock,  cock, 

I've  laid  an  egg, 

Am  I  to  gang  ba-are-foot  ? 
Cock.  Hen,  hen,  hen,  hen, 

I've  been  up  and  down, 

To  every  shop  in  town, 

And  cannot  find  a  shoe 

To  fit  your  foot, 

If  I'd  crow  my  hea-art  out. 


[To  be  said  very  quickly,  except  the  last  two  words  in  each  verse,  which  are 
to  be  "  screamed  "  out.1 


52 


Pussy  sits  behind  the  log, 

How  can  she  be  fair  ? 
Then  comes  in  the  little  dog, 

Pussy,  are  you  there  ? 
So,  so,  dear  mistress  Pussy, 

Pray  tell  me  how  you  do  ? 

I  thank  you,  little  dog. 

I'm  very  well  just  now. 


How  many  days  has  my  baby  to  play  ? 
Saturday,  Sunday,  Monday, 
Tuesday,  Wednesday,  Thursday,  Friday, 
Saturday,  Sunday,  Monday. 

ccaggg^ 


Pat  a  cake,  pat  a  cake, 

Baker's  man  ! 
So  I  do,  master,  as  fast  as  I  can. 

Pat  it,  and  prick  it, 
And  mark  it  with  T, 

And  then  it  will  serve 
For  Tommy  and  me. 


5o 


There  was  a  man  and  he  had  naught, 

And  robbers  came  to  rob  him ; . 
He  crept  up  to  the  chimney  top, 

And  then  they  thought  they  had  him. 
But  he  got  down  on  t'other  side, 

And  then  they  could  not  find  him : 
He  ran  fourteen  miles  in  fifteen  days, 

And  never  look'd  behind  him. 


54 


"/»,.»,-.».  -» 


Dins- 


-dong- 


-bell,  the  cat's  in  the  well, 


Who  put  her  in?    little  Johnny  Green. 
Who  pulled  her  out  ?    great  Johnny  Stout. 

What  a  naughty  boy  was  that, 

To  drown  poor  pussy  cat; 
Who  never  did  him  any  harm, 
And  killed  the  mice  in  his  father's  barn. 

C23822>— 

Lazy  Tom  with  jacket  blue, 
Stole  his  father's  gouty  shoe. 

The  worst  of  harm  that  dad  can  wish  him, 

Is  his  gouty  shoe  may  fit  him. 


55 


Bonny  lass  !    bonny  lass  ! 

Will  you  be  mine  ? 
You  shall  neither  wash  dishes 
Nor  serve  the  wine, 
But  sit  on  a  cushion  and  sew  up  a  seam, 
And  you  shall  have  strawberries,  sugar  and  cream. 


I  won't  be  my  father's  Jack, 

I  won't  be  my  father's  Jill, 
I  will  be  the  fiddler's  wife, 
And  have  music  when  I  will. 
T'other  little  tune,  t'other  little  tune, 
Prythee,  love,  play  me  t'other  little  tune. 


56 


LONDON    BRIDGE. 


London  bridge  is  broken  down, 
Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 

London  bridge  is  broken  down, 
With  a  gay  ladye. 

Howshaliwe  build  it  up  again? 

Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 
Howshaliwe  build  it  up  again  ? 

With  a  gay  ladye. 


We'll  build  it  up  with  gravel  and  stone, 

Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 
We'll  build  it  up  with  gravel  and  stone, 
With  a  gay  ladye. 

Gravel  and  stone  will  be  washed  away, 

Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 
Gravel  and  stone  will  be  washed  away, 
With  a  gay  ladye. 

We'll  build  it  up  with  iron  and  steel, 

Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 
We'll  build  it  up  with  iron  and  steel, 
With  a  gay  ladye. 


57 
Iron  and  steel  will  bend  and  break, 

Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 

Iron  and  steel  will  bend  and  break, 

With  a  gay  ladye. 

We'll  build  it  up  with  silver  and  gold, 

Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 
We'll  build  it  up  with  silver  and  gold, 
With  a  gay  ladye. 

Silver  and  gold  will  be  stolen  away, 

Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 

Silver  and  gold  will  be  stolen  away, 

With  a  gay  ladye. 

We'll  set  a  man  to  watch  it  then, 

Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 
We'll  set  a  man  to  watch  it  then, 
With  a  gay  ladye. 

Suppose  the  man  should  fall  asleep, 

Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 
Suppose  the  man  should  fall  asleep, 
With  a  gay  ladye. 

We'll  put  a  pipe  into  his  mouth, 

Dance  over  my  Lady  Lee, 
We'll  put  a  pipe  into  his  mouth, 
With  a  gay  ladye. 


58 


Tpm,  Tom,  the  piper's  son, 
Stole  a  pig,  and  away  he  run  ; 

The  \ng  was  eat, 

And  Tom  was  beat, 
And  Tom  ran  crying  down  the  street. 


Little  king  Boggen  he  built  a  fine  hall, 
Pie-crust  and  pastry-crust,  that  was  the  wall ; 
The  windows  were  made  of  black-puddings  and  white, 
And  slated  with  pancakes — you  ne'er  saw  the  like. 


59 


To  bed,  to  bed,  says  Sleepy-Head ; 

Let's  stay  awhile,  says  Slow ; 
Put  on  the  pot,  says  Greedy-Sot, 

We'll  sup  before  we  go. 


Dingty  diddledy,  my  mammy's  maid, 
She  stole  oranges,  I  am  afraid : 
Some  in  her  pocket,  some  in  her  sleeve, 
She  stole  oranges,  I  do  believe. 


60 

Ride  away,  ride  away, 

Johnny  shall  ride, 
And  he  shall  have  pussy-cat 

Tied  to  one  side ; 
And  he  shall  have  little  dog 

Tied  to  the  other, 
And  Johnny  shall  ride 

To  see  his  grandmother. 


Hush-a-bye,  baby,  lie  still  with  thy  daddy, 
Thy  mammy  is  gone  to  the  mill, 

To  get  some  meal  to  bake  a  cake ; 
So  pray,  my  dear  baby,  lie  still. 

C£238£2>— 


Little  lad,  little  lad, 
Where  were  you  born  ? 
Far  off  in  Lancashire,  under  a  thorn, 
Where  they  sup  butter-milk 

With  a  ram's  horn ; 

And  a  pumpkin  scoop'd, 

With  a  yellow  rim, 

Is  the  bonny  bowl  they  breakfast  in. 


61 


Pretty  John  Watts, 
We  are  troubled  with  rats, 
Will  you  drive  the  in  out  of  the  house  ? 
We  have  mice  too  in  plenty, 
That  feast  in  the  pantry, 
But  let  them  stay  and  nibble  away, 
What  harm  in  a  little  brown  mouse  ? 


Shake  a  leg,  wag  a  leg,  when  will  you  gang  ? 
At  midsummer,  mother,  when  the  days  are  lang. 


62 


See  saw,  sacradown,  sacradown, 
Which  is  the  way  to  Boston  town  ? 
One  foot  up,  the  other  foot  down, 
That  is  the  way  to  Boston  town. 

<T288£2>— 

Tom  Brown's  two  little  Indian  boys, 

One  ran  away, 

The  other  would  n't  stay, 
Tom  Brown's  two  little  Indian  boys. 


Hop  away,  skip  away,  my  baby  wants  to  play. 
My  baby  wants  to  play  every  day. 


63 


Bow,  wow,  wow,  whose  dog  are  thou  ? 
Little  Tom  Tinker's  dog,  bow,  wow,  wow. 


Bobby  Shaftoe's  gone  to  sea, 
Silver  buckles  on  his  knee  ; 
He'll  come  back  and  marry  me, 
Pretty  Bobby  Shaftoe. 

Bobby  Shaftoe's  fat  and  fair, 
Combing  down  his  yellow  hair, 
He's  my  love  forevermore, 

Pretty  Bobby  Shaftoe. 


04 


Pussy  cat,  pussy  cat,  where  have  3011  been  '. 
I've  been  to  London   to  see  the  Queen. 
Pussy  cat,  pussy  cat,  what  did  you  there  ? 
I  frightened  a  little  mouse  under  the  chair. 


<T238S2>— 

Taffy  was  a  Welchman,  Taffy  was  a  thief, 

Taffy  came  to  my  house  and  stole  a  piece  of  beef ; 

I  went  to  Taffy's  house,  Taffy  wan't  at  home, 

Taffy  came  to  my  house  and  stole  a  marrow-bone ; 

I  went  to  Taffy's  house,  Taffy  was  in  bed, 

I  took  the  marrow-bone,  and  beat  about  his  head. 


65 


Boys  and  girls,  come  out  to  play, 
The  moon  does  shine  as  bright  as  day, 
Leave  your  supper,  and  leave  your  sleep, 
And  meet  your  playfellows  in  the  street ; 
Come  with  a  whoop,  and  come  with  a  call, 
And  come  with  a  good  will,  or  not  at  all. 
Up  the  ladder  and  down  the  wall, 
A  halfpenny  roll  will  serve  us  all. 
You  find  milk  and  I'll  find  flour, 
And  we'll  have  pudding  in  half  an  hour. 


66 


Ride  a  cock  horse  to  Banbury-cross 
To  see  what  Tommy  can  buy ; 

A  penny  white  loaf,  a  penny  white  cakej 
And  a  two  penny  apple  pie. 


Ride  a  cock  horse  to  Shrewsbury-cross, 

To  buy  little  Johnny  a  galloping  horse 

It  trots  behind  and  it  ambles  before, 

And  Johnny  shall  ride  till  he  can  ride  no  more. 


6* 


Jemmy  Jed  went  into  a  shed, 

And  made  of  a  ted  of  straw  bis  bed ; 

An  owl  came  out  and  flew  about, 

And  Jemmy  Jed  up  stakes  and  fled. 

Wan't  Jemmy  Jed  a  staring  fool, 

Born  in  the  woods  to  be  scar'd  by  an  owl  ? 


How  many  miles  to  Babylon  ? 
Threescore  miles  and  ten. 
Can  I  get  there  by  candle-light  ? 
Yes,  and  back  again. 


68 


Oh  I  am  so  happy, 

A  little  girl  said, 

As  she  sprang  like  a  lark 

From  her  low  trundle  bed. 

It  is  morning,  bright  morning, 

Good  morning,  Papa! 
Oh  give  me  one  kiss, 

For  good  morning,  mamma! 


Trip  upon  trenchers, 

And  dance  upon  dishes, 
My  mother  sent  me  for  yeast,  some  yeast, 

She  bid  me  tread  lightly, 

And  come  again  quickly, 
For  fear  the  young  men  would  play  me  some  jest. 

Yet  didn't  you  see,  yet  didn't  you  see, 
What  naughty  tricks  they  put  upon  me  ? 
They  broke  my  pitcher,  and  spilt  my  water, 
And  huffd  my  mother,  and  chid  her  daughter, 
And  kissed  my  sister  instead  of  me. 


What's  the  news  of  the  day, 
Good  neighbour,  I  pray  ? 
They  say  the  balloon 
Has  gone  up  to  the  moon. 


There  was  an  old  man  in  a  velvet  coat, 
He  kiss'd  a  maid  and  gave  her  a  groat ; 
The  groat  was  crack'd  and  would  not  go. 
Ah,  old  man,  do  you  serve  me  so  ? 


70 


Three  wise  men  of  Gotham 

Went  to  sea  in  a  bowl, 
And  if -the  bowl  had  been  stronger 
My  song  had  been  longer. 


-CSSSSS 


Wash  me  and  comb  me 
And  lay  me  down  softly, 
And  set  me  on  a  bank  to  dry, 
That  I  may  look  pretty, 
When  some  one  comes  bv. 


71 


Up  in  the  green  orchard  there  is  a  green  tree, 
The  finest  of  pippins  that  ever  yon  see ; 
The  apples  are  ripe,  and  ready  to  fall, 
And  Reuben  and  Robin  shall  gather  them  all. 


Harry  cum  Parry,  when  will  you  marry  ? 

When  apples  and  pears  are  ripe. 
I'll  come  to  your  wedding  without  any  bidding, 

And  stay  with  the  bride  all  night, 


72 


Jog  on,  jog  on,  the  footpath  way, 
And  merrily  jump  the  style,  boys, 

A  merry  heart  goes  all  the  day, 
Your  sad  one  tires  in  a  mile,  boys. 


I  will  sing  you  a  song 
Of  the  days  that  are  long, 

Of  the  woodcock  and  the  sparrow, 
Of  the  little  dog  that  burnt  his  tail, 

And  he  shall  be  whipt  to-morrow. 


I  had  a  little  Doll, 

The  prettiest  ever  seen, 
She  washed  Die  the  dishes, 

And  kept  the  house  clean. 
She  went  to  the  mill 

To  feteli  me  some  flour, 
And  always  got  it  home 

In  less  than  an  hour ; 
She  baked  me  my  bread, 

She  brewed  me  my  ale, 
She  sat  by  the  fire 

And  told  many  a  fine  tale. 


When  I  was  a  little  he, 

My  mother  took  me  on  her  knee, 

Smiles  and  kisses  gave  with  joy, 

And  call'd  me  oft  her  darling  boy.     _^-tl 


74 


Is  master  Smith  within  ?  —  Yes,  that  he  is. 

Can  he  set  a  shoe  ?     Ay,  marry,  two. 

Here  a  nail,  and  there  a  nail, 

Tick  —  tack  —  too. 


Charley  loves  good  cake  and  ale, 
Charley  loves  good  candy, 

Charley  loves  to  kiss  the  girls, 
When  they  are  clean  and  handy. 


Ill 


John  O'Gudgeon  he  was  a  wild  man, 
He  whipt  his  children  now  and  then, 
When  he  whipt  them,  he  made  them  dance, 
Out  of  Ireland  into  France. 

Peter,  Peter,  pumpkin  eater, 
Had  a  wife  and  couldn't  keep  her; 
He  put  her  in  a  pumpkin  shell, 
And  then  he  kept  her  very  well. 
Peter,  Peter,  pumpkin  eater, 
Had  another  and  didn't  love  her ; 
Peter  learnt  to  read  and  spell, 
And  then  he  loved  her  very  well. 


76 


Jack  and  Jill  went  up  the  hill, 
To  draw  a  pail  of  water ; 

Jack  fell-down  and  broke  his  crown 
And  Jill  came  tumbling  after. 


There  was  an  old  man. 
And  he  had  a  calf, 
And  that's  half ; 
He  took  him  out  of  the  stall, 
And  put  him  on  the  wall, 
And  that's  all. 


There  was  a  little  man, 

And  he  had  a  little  gun. 
And  his  bullets  were  made  of  lead, 

He  shot  John  Sprig 

Through  the  middle  of  his  wig, 
And  knocked  it  right  off  his  head. 


Goosey,  goosey,  gander,  where  dost  thou  wander  ? 

Up  stairs  and  down  stairs,  and  in  my  lady's  chamber; 
There  I  met  an  old  man  that  would  not  say  his  prayers, 
I  took  him  by  his  hind  legs  and  threw  him  down  stairs. 


The  girl  in  the  lane, 
That  couldn't  speak  plain, 

Cried,  Gobble,  gobble,  gobble 
The  man  on  the  hill, 
That  couldn't  stand  still, 

Went  hobble,  hobble,  hobble. 


78 


Robert  Barns,  fellow  fine, 
Can  you  shoe  this  horse  of  mine, 
So  that  I  may  cut  a  shine  ? 
Yes,  good  sir,  and  that  I  can, 
As  well  as  any  other  man ; 
There  a  nail,  and  here  a  prod, 
And  now,  good  sir,  your  horse  is  shod. 


Hey  ding  a  ding,  ding,  I  heard  a  bird  sing, 
The  parliament  soldiers  are  gone  to  the  king. 


79 


Pibroch  of  Donnel  Dhu, 

Pibroch  of  Donnel, 
Wake  thy  voice  anew, 
*        Summon   Clan-Connel. 
Come  away,  come  away, 
Hark  to  the  summons  ! 
^6  Come  in  your  war  array, 
Gentles  and  commons  ! 


Come  as  the  winds  come, 

When  forests  are  rended, 

Come  as  the  waves  come, 

When  navies  are  stranded. 
Faster  come,  faster  come,  faster  and  faster, 

Chief,  vassal,  page  and  groom, 
Tenant  and  master. 


Fast  they  come,  fast  they  come, 
See  how  they  gather ! 
Wide  waves  the  eagle  plume  blended  with  heather. 
Cast  your  plaids,  draw  your  blades, 
Forward  each  man  set ! 
Pibroch  of  Donnel  Dhu,  now  for  the  onset! 


80 


Jack  Sprat  could  eat  no  fat ; 

His  wife  could  eat  no  lean ; 
So  'twixt  them  both  they  cleared  the  cloth, 

And  lick'd  the  platter  clean. 


There  was  a  little  boy  went  into  a  barn, 
And  lay  down  on  some  hay ; 

A  calf  came  out  and  smelt  about, 
And  the  little  boy  ran  away. 


81 


The  sow  came  in  with  the  saddle, 

The  little  pig  rock'd  the  cradle, 

The  dish  jump'd  up  on  the  table 

To  see  the  pot  swallow  the  ladle. 

The  spit  that  stood  behind  the  door 

Threw  the  pudding-stick  on  the  floor. 

Odsplut!  said  the  gridiron, 

Can't  you  agree  ? 
I'm  the  head  constable, 
Bring  them  to  me. 


82 

Little  Tommy  Tucker, 

Sing  for  your  supper: 
What  shall  I  sing? 

White  bread  and  butter 
How  shall  I  cut  it 

Without  any  knife  ? 
How  shall  I  marry 

Without  any  wife  ? 


I  would,  if  I  could  ;  if  I  couldn't,  how  could  I  ? 

I  couldn't  without  I  could,  could  I  ? 

Could  you  without  you  could,  could  ye?  could  ye?  could  ye? 

You  couldn't  without  you  could,  could  ye  ? 


Oh  that  I  were  where  I  would  be ! 

Then  should  I  be  where  I  am  not ; 
But  where  I  am,  there  I  must  be, 

And  where  I  would  be  I  can  not. 


S3 


Hiceory,  diccorj,  dock, 
The  mouse  run  up  the  clock ; 
The  clock  struck  one,  and  down  he  run, 
Hiceory,  diccory,  dock. 


84 


Jacky,  come  give  me  your  fiddle, 
If  ever  you  mean  to  thrive. 

Nay,  I'll  not  give  my  fiddle 
To  any  man  alive. 


If  I  should  give  my  fiddle, 

They'll  think  that  I'm  gone  mad, 

For  many  a  joyful  day 
My  fiddle  and  I  have  had. 


85 


There  was  a  Piper  had  a  Cow, 

And  he  had  naught  to  give  her, 
He  pull'd  out  his  pipes  and  play'd  her  a  tune, 

And  bade  the  cow  consider. 


The  cow  considered  very  well, 
And  gave  the  piper  a  penny, 

And  bade  him  play  the  other  tune, 
"  Corn  ris:s  are  bonnv." 


86 


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Away,  pretty  robin,  fly  home  to  your  nest. 

To  make  you  my  captive  I  still  should  like  best, 

And  feed  you  with  worms  and  with  bread  : 
Your  eyes  are  so  sparkling,  your  feathers  so  soft, 
Your  little  wings  flutter  so  pretty  aloft, 

And  your  breast  is  all  cover'd  with  red. 


Handy-spandy,  Jacky  dandy, 
Loves  plum-cake  and  sugar  candy. 
He  bought  some  at  a  grocer's  shop, 
And  pleased  away  went  hop,  hop,  hop. 


87 


When  good  King  Arthur  ruled  his  land 

He  was  a  goodly  king ; 
He  stole  three  pecks  of  barley  meal 

To  make  a  bag-pudding. 
A  bag-pudding  the  king  did  make, 

And  stuff 'd  it  well  with  plums; 
And  in  it  put  great  lumps  of  fat, 

As  big  as  my  two  thumbs. 
The  king  and  queen  did  eat  thereof, 

And  noblemen  beside ; 
And  what  they  could  not  eat  that  night, 

The  queen  next  morning  fried. 


88 


Rock-a-bye,  baby,  your  cradle  is  green, 
Father's  a  nobleman,  mother's  a  queen, 
And  Betty's  a  lady,  and  wears  a  gold  ring, 
And  Johnny's  a  drummer,  and  drums  for  the  kin; 

— — <£2ggg23— - 

See  saw,  Jack-a-daw, 
Johnny  shall  have  a  new  master; 
Johnny  shall  have  but  a  penny  a  day, 
Because  he  can  work  no  faster. 


About  the  bush,  Willie,  about  the  bee-hive, 
About  the  bush,  Willie,  I'll  meet  thee  alive. 


We're  three  brethren  out  of  Spain, 
Come  to  court  your  daughter  Jane. 
My  daughter  Jane  she  is  too  young, 
She  has  no  skill  in  a  flattering  tongue. 
Be  she  young  or  be  she  old, 
It's  for  her  gold  she  must  be  sold, 
So  fare  you  well,  my  lady  gay, 
We  shall  return  another  day. 


Mistress  Mary,  quite  contrary, 
How  does  your  garden  grow  ? 

With  silver  bells  and  cockle  shells, 
And  maidens  all  in  a  row. 


90 


"When  I  was  a  little  boy,  my  mother  kept  me  in, 
Now  I  am  a  great  boy,  and  fit  to  serve  the  king  ; 
I  can  handle  a  musket,  I  can  smoke  a  pipe, 
T  can  kiss  a  pretty  girl  at  ten  o'clock  at  night. 


91 


Mary  had  a  pretty  bird, 
f  Feathers  bright  and  yel- 

fh      low, 

f£j    Slender    legs,  upon   my 
V  word 

v<"    He  was  a  pretty  fellow. 


The  sweetest  notes  he  always  sung, 
Which  much  delighted  Mary, 

And  often  where  the  cage  was  hung, 
She  stood  to  hear  Canary. 


This  is  the  way  the  ladies  ride, 

Prim,  prim,  prim  ; 
This  is  the  way  the  gentlemen  ride, 

Trim,  trim,  trim. 
Presently  come  the  country-folks, 

Hobbled y  gee,  hobbledy  gee. 


92 


One, 

Six, 

Two, 

Seven, 

Three, 

Eight, 

.    Four, 

Nine, 

Five, 

Te?i, 

I caught a hare a 

ive. 

Iletit'goagain 

Cock  a  doodle  doo, 
My  dame  has  lost  her  shoe  ; 
My  master's  lost  his  fiddlestick, 
And  knows  not  what  to  do. 


Tom,  Tom,  of  Islington, 
Married  a  wife  on  Sunday, 
Bro't  her  home  on  Monday, 
Hired  a  house  on  Tuesday, 
Fed  her  well  on  Wednesday, 
Sick  was  she  on  Thursday, 
Dead  was  she  on  Friday, 
Sad  was  Tom  on  Saturday, 
To  bury  his  wife  on  Sunday. 


93 


I  had  a  little  husband  no  bigger  than  my  thumb, 
I  put  him  in  a  pint  pot,  and  there  I  bid  him  drum  ; 
I  bought  a  little  handkerchief  to  wipe  his  little  nose, 
And  a  pair  of  little  garters  to  tie  his  little  hose. 

(I238S2>— 

As  I  was  going  to  St.  Ives, 

I  met  seven  wives, 
Every  wife  had  seven  sacks,     - 
Every  sack  had  seven  cats, 
Every  cat  had  seven  kits. 

Kits,  cats,  sacks  and  wives, 

How  many  were  going  to  St.  Ives  ? 


94 


Miss  Jane  had  a  bag,  and  a  mouse  was  in  it, 
She  opened  the  bag,  he  was  out  in  a  minute ; 
The  Cat  saw  him  jump,  and  run  under  the  table, 
And  the  dog  said,  catch  him,  puss,  soon  as  you're  able. 


Cross  Patch,  draw  the  latch, 
Sit  by  the  fire  and  spin ; 

Take  a  cup,  and  drink  it  up, 
Then  call  your  neighbours  in. 


'    95 


See-saw,  Margery  Daw, 
Sold  her  bed,  and  lay  upon  straw. 
AYas  not  she  a  dirty  slut, 
To  sell  her  bed  and  lay  in  the  dirt  ? 


What  care  I  how  black  1  be  ? 
Twenty  pounds  will  marry  me 
If  twenty  won't,  forty  shall, 
I'm  my  mother's  bouncing  girl. 


96 


Here's  A,  B,  C,  D, 
E,  F,  and  G, 
H,  I,  J,  K, 
L,  M.  X,  0,  P, 
Q,  K,  S,  T, 
U,  W,  V, 
X,  Y,  and  Z, 
And  oh,  dear  me, 
Whenshalll  learn 
My  A,  B,  C. 


Milk-man,  milk-man,  where  have  you  been  ? 
In  Buttermilk  channel  up  to  my  chin, 
I  spilt  my  milk,  and  I  spoilt  my  clothes, 
And  got  a  lorn?  icicle  hung  to  my  nose. 


I  like  little  pussy,  her  coat  is  so. warm, 
And  if  I  don't  hurt  her  she'll  do  me  no  harm 
So  I'll  not  pull  her  tail,  nor  drive  her  away, 
But  pussy  and  I  very  gently  will  play. 


There  was  an  old  woman 
Sold  puddings  and  pies, 

She  went  to  the  mill, 

And  the  dust  flew  in  her  eyes. 

While  through  the  streets, 

To  all  she  meets, 
She  ever  cries, 
Hot  Pies  — Hot  Pies. 


A  cow  and  a  calf, 
An  ox  and  a  half, 
Forty  good  shillings  and  three. 
Is  not  that  enough  tocher 
For  a  shoemaker's  daughter, 
A  bonny  sweet  lass 
With  a  coal-black  ee  ? 


98 


The  little  Robin  grieves 

When  the  snow  is  on  the  ground, 
For  the  trees  have  no  leaves, 

And  no  berries  can  be  found. 


The  air  is  cold,  the  worms  are  hid, 
For  Robin  here  what  can  be  done  ? 

Let's  strow  around  some  crams  of  bread, 
And  then  he'll  live  till  snow  is  gone. 


99 


Little  Jack  Nory 
Told  me  a  story 
How  he  tried 
Cock-horse  to  ride. 
Sword  and  scabbard 

by  his  side, 
Saddle,  leaden  spurs 

and  switches, 
His  pocket  tight 
With  cents  all  bright, 
Marbles,  tops,  puzzles,  props, 
Now  he's  put  in  jacket  and  breeches. 


There  were  two  blackbirds  sitting  on  a  hill, 
One  name  Jack,  and  the  other  name  Jill ; 
Fly  away,  Jack  —  fly  away,  Jill, 
Come  again,  Jack  —  come  again,  Jill. 


100 


Willie  boy,  Willie  boy, 
Where  are  you  going  ? 

0  let  us  go  with  you, 
This  sunshiny  day. 


mm 


I'm  going  to  the  meadow, 
To  see  them  a  mowing, 
I'm  going  to  help  the  girls 
Turn  the  new  hay. 


Wee  Willie  Winkie  runs  through  the  town, 
Upstairs  and  downstairs  in  his  night  gown  ; 
Tapping  at  the  window,  crying  at  the  lock, 
'•Are  the  babes  in  their  beds,  for  it's  now  ten  o'clock  ?  " 


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